The thing about time is that it does not wait. It does not wait for you to decide to forgive someone or to show them you love them. Time does not care about whom you are or where you are in your life. Time just marches on. Time does not take consideration that you are not rich or not healthy. Time does not care if you are old or young, it just continues on and on. As I sit here and see pictures of the loves of my life. I remember how little they were and how fast time is marching on to make them into grown-ups. I see how young my husband and I look in the pictures and all the love we have for our family. Time is captured in our family pictures. The time we spent on the San Diego beaches when the kids still had diapers or the day my son had to patch his eye. Time does heal wounds. Like the time the little man opened his head on the stairs. Or the time he opened his lip open. Time healed those wounds. But time is going too fast for me. My kids are growing so fast that I can barely carry them. I can sit and give them hugs, but not pick them up very much. They are too tall and too heavy for me to carry like a baby. The older little boy is now almost as tall as I am. I think I am shrinking? I can tell time is moving fast, because their clothes don’t fit them anymore. The kids are growing too fast for me. I can see it in the photos that time won’t wait for me to be the perfect mom. I have to be the perfect mom now!
This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson